After months of tooth pain but not being able to pinpoint where it’s coming from exactly, I went to the dentist this morning. I’ve never had a cavity, so this was like the walk of shame.
They couldn’t find anything wrong. Nothing. In our (family friend) dentist’s words, “It’s all in my head. One way or the other, it’s all in my head.”
I think that might have been another walk of shame – having driven 25 miles to see a dentist with seven children in tow, complaining of tooth pain… but there’s nothing wrong. It’s like when I tell my kids to remind me of their phantom pain in the morning, because chances are, they will go to bed and not remember it in the morning. Bedtime stalling tactic dodged. But here I am, waiting for it to get worse or go away.
The good news: I’m 30 and have yet to get a cavity. I think.
After leaving the dentist’s office, we checked out a butcher shop that was out that direction. The family that owns it also has seven children, mostly grown now, and we were invited to an impromptu tour of the whole place. So. Very. Cool. We got to walk through all the areas (no live animals present) and the cooler where the meat was hanging and through the corrals where they unload the animals. It was fun to see it all, the kids learned much, and they all are chatting about raising something to take there to be butchered. Chickens are the obviously easy choice, but that processing can be done by ourselves – and that’s not quite what the kids are after. I’m seeing pigs or calves or goats in our future.